hehe...okay..heres some more....its a very depressing chap tho.... -_-
~Chapter 7~
I ran, blinded by tears. I didn’t know where I was running. I only knew what I was running from.
I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. I braced myself, ready to fall face forward into cement. The pain of my head hitting the sidewalk never came. I looked up.
A man, probably my age, smiled down on me. He helped me up. I wiped my tears.
“I’m so sorry,” I said between tears.
“No, it’s okay. Never be sorry. Just right what has been wronged and that’s sorry enough for anybody,” he said. He grinned. I noticed he had really straight, white teeth.
“You should have told me that earlier,” I said with a smile.
“Something my 10th grade English teacher would say all the time. I guess it was the only thing that made sense to me in that class,” the stranger explained.
“Sydney Bristow,” I introduced.
“Christopher Johnson. Just Chris, though,” he said with a smile. I looked up at his eyes. They were bright blue. His hair was a sandy-brown.
“Nice to meet you,” I said with a grin.
“Same to you,” Chris said to me.
“I have to go,” I said.
“Sure,” he said. He handed me my purse.
“Thanks,” I said. I started to walk away. I saw Michael running towards me. I turned around quickly.
“Hey Chris!” I shouted. Chris turned around and walked towards me. “Would you like to go out with me tonight?” I asked. I raised my voice a little, just hoping that Michael would hear.
“Um, sure,” Chris said, flashing his pearly white smile, “Where do you live?”
“1285 Aster Road,” I said simply.
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” Chris said.
“Sounds great,” I replied.
“How’s Italian?” Chris asked.
“Even better,” I replied, “I love Italian.”
“See you then,” Chris said, walking off.
“Yeah.” I turned around. Michael wasn’t there anymore.